Prompt: You are on a deserted island with no one around–or so you think. As you fall off of a plane by being pushed off by your friend and land in the water, you swim to the shore and find the island is composed of animals, trees, and sand. You then find a path leading to a house that holds a man that wants to "hunt." You are interested in this game, but then realize what he's really hunting. You play the game with him and win, but you have to swim away to a neighboring island to escape him. The means of transportation to finish the game is up to you, but you have to gather resources to build a raft or boat. Your mission: Write a small journal of your surroundings and what you are living with and under what conditions–for 40 days straight. Do day 1, day 10, day 25, and day 40. The winner of this will receive either 5 diamonds on net or 9k on org. Based off of the short story "The Most Dangerous Game."
Day 1: I couldn't believe it, after all of these years with Abbey as my friend she pushed me off the plane that we were supposed to take to Europe. But, at this point I was just lucky to survive. I landed in the water as my anger crept up on my mind like a cheetah stalking its prey. There was an island near. It had a nice white sandy beach that was like snow, if only snow was only scorching hot it would have been a perfect match. The trees were thick and I had to use my hands to break through the brush and overgrown weeds. There was a couple animals, mostly snakes and spiders. I had nothing on me, considering that I could have never predicted that tragic even that happened. But as I was walking through the jungle some dark eyes pierced through the pitch black night and a big cat like creature ran out at me lunging in a hunting position. Then I blacked out. I woke up with the dim light of a torch near my face. It was a guy, about 19 years old and he was covered in dirt. He dragged me by the arm to his house. I struggled but I could not get free. He did not talk until we reached his poorly made house. He told me he only wanted to help me survive and explained to me that there was a killing game. We had to kill some beasts known as the mountain lions. But he would not describe to me what these beasts looked like. I only wanted to live, so I agreed. Now I'm sitting up in a dingy spare room in this house. I'm not sure how I'm going to end up. I hear something coming near, so I should probably sign off here. I just hope he doesn't find this. Day 10: Nothing is as it even seems. The man told me about this game, where we had to kill mountain lions. But I never knew those lions were actually near by villagers! I couldn't do it at first. Their faces were filled with fear as I lifted the leaf katana like blade. I had to do it. I... had to kill them all so me and that strange man did. And we did the same thing for five nights. Going around to villages and murdering everyone. It just didn't feel right. There had to be something else I could do but, there wasn't-or not at the time. Then it was day six that I heard the news. I heard the man on the phone. He was talking to someone about some final sacrifice for the game. And the guy on the phone stated something about killing me as the last sacrifice to let the creepy man live on in freedom. I'm not sure what I can do now, but I also heard the game can finally end if I escape to a near island. I'm going to run away-I think. Tomorrow is when I should do it if I ever can pull myself together to get the supplies without being caught. I've waited to long already. I just can't believe the game's only goal was to save that selfish man and that I've endured the conditions of exhaustion and a small diet of berries and little water to keep myself going. Day 25: I ran away- as it was the only thing I could do but it was eight days later than I thought. I wasted so much time after though. The man chased me, and all I did was hide in a small cave which was stone and dirt covered and extremely cold. I passed out and I didn't wake up until two days passed. I wasted so much time! How could I ever be this stupid? I'm still tired though, but tired can not even explain this feeling of how sleep deprived I am. Then, when I finally was back on the road again, being even more clumsy- I tripped and hurt my ankle. There's no way I can pull this off now, but the only thing there's left is hope. So, I guess I just have to use the little hope I have left. I started to gather materials but I'm not sure if I can carry materials, build, and get food before the man comes along again. Sleep's starting to weigh heavy on my eyes now. I can't take this much longer, but I strive for my life. So, I have to see what I can do. Now, I think I shall just get some rest near the rocky shore-line. All I have to do for the next 10 days is to build a raft and sail away, only it will be harder than said. Day 40: I had my plan. A 4x4 base and 2x2 walls made out of tropical pine wood, fastened by vines three inches thick. But the only hard part was building it. I gathered my materials, I tripped and fell, and I ran my system on next to nothing where food and water were concerned. I didn't have tools, and I used rocks. I made a hammer like structure which included a rock "head" and a plank as a holder. That was what was used to hammer in all of the structure. The building process took me ten long days. And the next four days were strictly for gathering food. As I have no intentions to starve before reaching my goal. I once again knocked through the brush just as I did on the first day. But as memories came, flashbacks did as well. All of the bad things I had done to everyone filled my brain. I could no longer take the abuse. I fainted, and after I woke up I was more overwhelmed than ever. So, I just decided it was about time I took off for the new island, when the man came out of the woods. I grabbed the boat and pushed it near the water, sand went through my toes and that's when I saw it. Clearer than ever, it was a beautiful flower and grass filled island. I was in a daze when I realized the man was still chasing me. I needed to escape it was now, or never. I flung myself onto the boat. Which slowly sailed away leaving the man back on the island. But, that is where I am now. Sailing away to this new island, and new adventure. So I guess I finally won. *Apologies for it being a bit too short, as my laptop's keyboard was malfunctioning a bit and I kept losing a bit of my work. If needed I can redo it.*
I'm just posting the first day so far, although I'll be posting the next few days soon and I'll edit them into this post. This is terribly written, and I'll edit the final draft before the deadline. (When is it, and can I enter multiple times?)
This sort of reminds me of a story called The Most Dangerous Game that I read at school. Anyway, I will post here when I have time. Edit: Just realized you said "Based off the short story "The Most Dangerous Game"" in small text at the end.
*That moment when you know exactly what to write, and the exact twist ending but you aren't in the mood and therefore can't execute it even though your over inflated ego knows you'll win*
I'm a decently good writer, but I don't know if I want to take the time to do this If I choose to, I'll post it somewhere below. Also, I just read the story this is based off of recently >.>
( I will edit in the other days) Day one: I keep replaying images of that man. His face remains in my head. I can't seem to break from this, I began to feel a sharp pain in my leg, I had broken from my thoughts. There was a deep cut on my left leg, on the side of my calf. I struggled, but I walked over to the shore and began to clean my cut with the ocean water. It stung at first but it soon became numb to me. I looked up and had seen it wouldn't be long till the sun was going to set. I had to make a bed or some sort of temporary shelter. I wanted to cry. What if he comes after me in my sleep. It was getting cold. I thought to myself to make a fire. I remembered how badly I struggled white trying to make one before, but I have to try. As I walked up the beach I felt my stomach growl. I needed food, but I knew it was food or a shelter. I felt as the shelter was more important, but I needed food for energy. I walked into a field of tall, leafy bushes. I heard a noise and flinched. My heart began to race as I began to mumble, "I don't want to die here, I can't die here. I can do this" I grabbed my stomach as it growled louder. I needed food. I looked around to see if I could spot any trees with fruit or something, but no luck. I began to walk forward and then froze in my steps. I heard a siren, a loud one. I began to run deep into the jungle. I ran as fast as I could. My lungs began to ache, I thought to myself, I am going to die. I wished I was home, in my bed. I decided to take a left turn, running straight isn't the best thing. The siren had faded. I stopped to catch my breath. My lungs felt pierced. I can't keep doing this. I decided to look for a tall, sturdy tree to hold up in over night. I don't think I'll be getting any sleep, but at last I found a tree. I think I will be safe up here, hopefully. With my growling stomach and cut leg, I pulled myself up the tree with all my might. I can feel the bugs on it crawl on me, but I could live with it. I felt the jungle get more and more dark. As by then you can hear all the nocturnal animals with their sounds. It was peaceful, I began to hum a soft song as I fell asleep unintentionally.
Ohhh I love writing Day 1: Such a backstabber. Our big plan, our mission, our dream. Something we've wanted to do since we were 6 but instead, he goes and pushes me out of a plane, leaving me to fend for myself on a small island with no proper water, clothes or company. Seeings as I'm frustrated and I heard writing about it helps, I'll write down my events of today in a story form: It was bright and early on another hot, Summer day. Nathan and I were to leave Australia on the 5am flight to Miami to have 2 brilliant, exciting fun-filled weeks on the beach, exploring part of a foreign country. Nathan had told me he booked a private plane because he didn't want to hear the plane filled with screaming babies and parents scolding their energy-filled children. Just as we entered the plane and put our luggage to the side, I saw a glint of metal on the floor to the side so I peered at the items that sit next to the plane door. A parachute? Why is there a parachute? I'm pretty sure Nathan saw me looking weirdly at the backpack filled with an air-floating material so he quickly distracted me by taking me over to the food trays. Chocolate profiteroles! My favourite! I looked in awe at the delicious treats and immediately forgot about the parachute. I wheeled the trays over to my seat were I sat down and shoved the desserts into my mouth, savoring the chocolaty-creamy flavour. I looked out the window to see the scenery, it was beautiful. I also saw that at that moment we were passing over what looked like Miami and was quite confused when we didn't stop going fowards. I looked towards Nathan only to see a mischievous look. I instantly became immensely paranoid and gripped the chair with all my might. Nathan stood up and slowly walked towards me, almost like he was going to throw me out of the plane... wait. A parachute, goggles and a weird-acting Nathan can only mean one thing: He is going to throw me out of the plane! He picked up the parachute and held me down while he strapped me into the heavy backpack, then forced the goggles onto my head. He picked me up and walked towards the now open door, where he quickly told me that if I didn't pull the cord, I wouldn't survive. It only took a few seconds before I realised I was now air-borne and began to freak out. Skydiving was not on the agenda! I yanked the cord as hard and as fast as I could and the parachute sprung out, taking me by surprise. I slowly drifted down into plain ocean. I quickly scoped out my surroundings and saw what looked to be a deserted island roughly 200 meters away. As I landed gently into the ocean I pulled the backpack off of me with struggle, not even thinking that it could be remotely helpful, and swam as fast as I could to shore. Although swimming not being a strong aspect of skill to me, it took about 10 minutes to successfully reach shore, where all I saw was trees, animals and sand. Lots, and lots of sand. Day 10: Why am I only seeing this now? There's a quite clearly found path. I slowly tip-toed down the path not ready to find what I did. A house? Why is there a house in the middle of a deserted island somewhere in the ocean? This is very... peculiar. I knocked on the door; once, twice, and three times. I waited for 5 minutes and then a man that looked to be in his late 30s early 40s opened the door. This is very strange. He invited me inside where he then offered bread. jam and scones. I gleefully accepted the food and devoured it. I was never fond of killing animals so I mainly ate the little food that was produced on the trees. The mysterious man then walked up to me and asked for my name, I hesitantly said Taylor and asked for his. He has an odd name; Destery. Well, Destery then offered for me to play a game, and that the prize would be a way to get back home. I asked what the game was and he looked over to his animal skins and guns and said, 'Oh my dear, you'll see tomorrow when we begin.' To say I was frightened was an understatement of the century. He offered me to sleep in his bed while he slept on the floor and said, 'Sleep tight, dear, you'll need all the rest you can get for the big days ahead.' Day 25: So, the game turned out to be a hunting game... I thought it would just be a few animals, so I cheerfully accepted. It wasn't until roughly day 15 did I realise what he was actually hunting... I'm currently hiding in a small hut I built out of bamboo logs and palm tree leaves trying to calm myself slightly while he's busy looking for me. How the game has gone for me so far: Day 1 of the game- day 11 on the island- was pretty ordinary, he went over basics, showed me how to use a gun, gave me food and water as well as a small first-aid kit and a few changes of clothes he sewed up overnight. He told me to go to the other side of the island and wait until I saw a star in the sky that resembled a fireworks cracker. I walked over the the other side, still unsure as to what the point of this game was, and what I had to do. I sat on the hot sand by the ocean watching the waves eat the sand by the rocks, until I heard a sound. I looked up to the sky and saw it; the star that left a ringing noise in my ears. I jumped up and ran around the perimeter of the island, the man- Destery, was nowhere to be seen. A few days were spent like this, running hopelessly around the island hoping that something will happen, I'll get a little bit of disclosure. When day 15 rolled around something finally happened... I saw the man, he stalked towards me, probably thinking I couldn't see him. He aimed his gun and I went still like a statue. I thought he was aiming towards an animal behind me, so I took a risk and ran left about 100 meters. He followed me and I then realised that he was trying to shoot me. I ran as fast as my small legs could take me, looking around the island for some shelter, something to cover me long enough to grasp this new information. I jumped into a pile of leaves and wood while I steadied my breath and processed this. He hunts humans... living people. He manipulates them, then brutally murders them. Oh no. Day 40: Recalling the previous days and all their event would be too much of a hassle, I am already scarred enough as it is. I'm pretty sure I'll have mental issues for life after this. I've spent the last 3 or 4 days running away from the man, and looking for surrounding islands whilst tending to wounds and building a raft to get away. The raft is currently waiting on the shoreline, 20 meters from me while I gather the last of my items to get ready and leave. My arm has a seeming hole in it due to falling over on a stick, I was able to wrap it up with the small first-aid kit I was given. It's raining at the moment and I'm not sure the raft will last much longer so I'll just run for it. Gun shots clear in the air make me become scared and frightened for my life. I've made it this far and long, I can make it a little further. I stand up slowly and quietly and run as fast as I can towards the little raft. I jump on and start paddling away with my makeshift oars. The man comes into view and sees me floating away. He tries to chase after me, but his old frame can't support the waves, and he goes crashing into the rocks where he smashed his head into a sharp rock and laid lifeless with blood seeping through a gaping wound on his head. It's over... it's finally over. I get the the island and scurry onto land, where I see Nathan waiting with the plane on the grass... Nathan... He comes over to me and says, 'You passed the test, Taylor' I looked at him with an odd look while he explains carefully to me while my injuries are being tended to by a professional. What a long 40 days that was.
Just a quick question: When is the end/ cut off date of this? I'll edit in my entry once I've finished writing it. c:
Probably not going to finish this anytime soon, so I'll just write the plot/outline of what I was planning: The who guy who falls out of a plane finds a path in the forest, and he follows it until he's ambushed. He's in a dungeon when he wakes up, and he's approached by the person who pushed him out of the plane, William, as I've called him in this story. He of course doesn't remember this, because at this point he as amnesia from being knocked out so often. The game is to kill each other. If William kills him, he loses. If he kills William, he gets to escape. He kills William, builds a raft and leaves the island until he passes out. He wakes up again in a hospital room, where William is by his bed and says that he overdosed on drugs but now they're all out of his system and that he's okay. He is also told that his boss requires him on duty, so they leave and board the helicopter. The story ends with the same beginning diary entry of William pushing him out of the helicopter. If anyone wants to use this as inspiration, feel free to as long as I'm credited, but depending on when this contest ends, I may finish/rewrite it.
